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mallowhallow2013-03-11 11:01 pm
prosecutory) wrote in mallowhallow2013-03-11 11:01 pm
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001 ❖ [video]
[ The video starts to show a man with a sense of refinement and formality, sitting primly at a desk in what seems to be a rather spacious and neat and normal apartment. The bed is made, the closets are closed, and not a single item seems to be out of place, pretty much. The occupant himself is wearing a suit with a distinct shade of red (if you ask him, he’ll say it’s red, but others might say magenta, or pink), a dark vest and a frilly white cravat. His gray eyes betray a touch of impatience and irritation, but he remains still and clears his throat. ]
Good morning. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am a public prosecutor. Like all of you, I have been brought to this...this location against my will and through as yet unknown means.
[ Standing not so primly behind him is a girl. And, while Edgeworth may be the picture of poise and dignity, his companion with the bright pink shirt and the golden key dangling from her ponytail is most definitely not. This could be attributed to the way she’s currently mimicking his posture and expression with exaggerated motions. Edgeworth frowns, she grimaces comically. He clears his throat, she clutches at hers like she’s choking.
It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t turned around yet. ]
And as of now, no one has found a way to leave and return to where they came from. [ He folds his arms across his chest, tapping his right index finger on his left arm. Edgeworth clearly wants nothing better than to return to where he came from, and still does not notice what the girl behind him is up to. ] Though we currently have information regarding the various districts and our...hosts, there is a dearth of knowledge not only regarding how we got here and how to leave, and why we are even here in the first place.
[ The girl makes a noise, a hoity-toity quiet sort of “harrumph harrumph”, as she folds her arms in imitation of Edgeworth’s pose. When he glances over his shoulder at her, though, her hands are clasped in front of her chest and her gaze is earnest and absolutely innocent. ]
That’s horrible, isn’t it, Mr. Edgeworth? All those unsolved mysteries! All those uneaten Swiss Rolls I stashed under your couch cushions, left to get all moldy... we should get on that investigation bit soon!
[ He lets his arms drop. Though he is now facing away, one could figure out from his voice that his expression is very deadpan. ]
If you do leave anything under my couch, you are responsible for cleaning it up, Kay. [ The prosecutor faces his phone again, forehead furrowed in thought. ] Now, this brings me to my proposal: It would do us and potential newcomers good to have a document compiled with what we know, as it may help us deduce new information and lead us closer to the truth, instead of simply leaving everyone’s findings scattered across the network. I have scoured it for anything worth remembering, but anyone should feel free to contribute.
[ He pauses to reach up and adjust his cravat a bit.
In response, Kay reaches up to arrange her muffler in the manner of his cravat. Except that mufflers aren’t cravats and instead of adjusting hers, she tightens it a little too much and lapses into a squeaky choked noise when it proves a wee bit uncomfortable.
At that, Edgeworth turns around again, a bit faster this time. ]
What are you doing?!
[ Before dealing with his assistant, he reaches out to switch his phone off. The last thing anyone will hear is Kay’s protest of “You’ll scare them all away if you don’t lighten the mood!!” That’s all, folks.
And expect tags from either Edgeworth, Kay, or both of them. ]
Good morning. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am a public prosecutor. Like all of you, I have been brought to this...this location against my will and through as yet unknown means.
[ Standing not so primly behind him is a girl. And, while Edgeworth may be the picture of poise and dignity, his companion with the bright pink shirt and the golden key dangling from her ponytail is most definitely not. This could be attributed to the way she’s currently mimicking his posture and expression with exaggerated motions. Edgeworth frowns, she grimaces comically. He clears his throat, she clutches at hers like she’s choking.
It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t turned around yet. ]
And as of now, no one has found a way to leave and return to where they came from. [ He folds his arms across his chest, tapping his right index finger on his left arm. Edgeworth clearly wants nothing better than to return to where he came from, and still does not notice what the girl behind him is up to. ] Though we currently have information regarding the various districts and our...hosts, there is a dearth of knowledge not only regarding how we got here and how to leave, and why we are even here in the first place.
[ The girl makes a noise, a hoity-toity quiet sort of “harrumph harrumph”, as she folds her arms in imitation of Edgeworth’s pose. When he glances over his shoulder at her, though, her hands are clasped in front of her chest and her gaze is earnest and absolutely innocent. ]
That’s horrible, isn’t it, Mr. Edgeworth? All those unsolved mysteries! All those uneaten Swiss Rolls I stashed under your couch cushions, left to get all moldy... we should get on that investigation bit soon!
[ He lets his arms drop. Though he is now facing away, one could figure out from his voice that his expression is very deadpan. ]
If you do leave anything under my couch, you are responsible for cleaning it up, Kay. [ The prosecutor faces his phone again, forehead furrowed in thought. ] Now, this brings me to my proposal: It would do us and potential newcomers good to have a document compiled with what we know, as it may help us deduce new information and lead us closer to the truth, instead of simply leaving everyone’s findings scattered across the network. I have scoured it for anything worth remembering, but anyone should feel free to contribute.
[ He pauses to reach up and adjust his cravat a bit.
In response, Kay reaches up to arrange her muffler in the manner of his cravat. Except that mufflers aren’t cravats and instead of adjusting hers, she tightens it a little too much and lapses into a squeaky choked noise when it proves a wee bit uncomfortable.
At that, Edgeworth turns around again, a bit faster this time. ]
What are you doing?!
[ Before dealing with his assistant, he reaches out to switch his phone off. The last thing anyone will hear is Kay’s protest of “You’ll scare them all away if you don’t lighten the mood!!” That’s all, folks.
And expect tags from either Edgeworth, Kay, or both of them. ]
[video]
[ and she's grinning until she gets a better look at him. At which point, the amusement turns into fascination. ] Whoa-- are those real?
/dives in
Yes. They are genuine. [He demonstrates by moving them around like a real insect would when walking and feeling its surroundings.]
...Do they not make you uneasy?
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[ that should probably be answer enough, with how enthused she sounds. ]
And as long as you're not an alien trying to take me away for experiments on a torture device table, I'm okay with it! Interesting stuff's everywhere you go, but it doesn't mean it's bad.
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I WOULD NEVER--! [Woah, for a split second, Mikio broke out of his expressionless nature before returning to it. However once he spoke again, his monotonous voice had a bit of a shake to it.]
I mean...you have q-quite the imagination, young lady. But no, I am not an 'alien'. Those are people from a planet that isn't your own, right? But if there was a word for one who is from a dimension different from yours, I would be that person. Even where I come from.
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Mister not-an-alien...That would would be quite a handful. Just Mikio is fine, Miss...?
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You remind me why it is I seek to gain so much knowledge about humans. There truly are kind ones out there willing to learn, than to judge.
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I mean, this is much more interesting than chemistry.
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Mikio's smile became wider and more noticeable. This girl made him really happy for some reason.]
Then perhaps we should learn about each other. Have you explored much of your district? Where have you been placed?
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[ he meant a name, Kay. ]
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